Stifled

"Interesting choice, but you're right, it is mine and before I give you the answer, why don't you let me see it."

I could have choked, it was the rarest of things for this to be asked for. A few fumbles later and I was sitting naked from the waist down, pants around my ankles, cock sticking out into the air, ever so glad to be free.

"Mmm.. so hard and wanting, but not to be touched. Anyway, enough torment. I'd actually sent her the link to your story a few days ago, but hadn't had time to ask if she'd read it. Last night, before the serious talk, I asked her what she thought." The light touch of her fingernail grazed my cheek. "Now sit still." The nail traced my lips and I sat as still as I could, the touch itching, making me want to lick my lips. "She thought it was sort of funny." Her nail giving me goose bumps as it slide down my neck.

"We talked about it." Her finger tips sliding over my shirt, "She said she wasn't really into such things, kinky stuff like that. She has her own little set of insatiable and naughty desires you know." Finger tips found my hard nipple, pinching lightly at first and then harder, "I asked what she thought if I'd done something like that, her knowing it's just a role play thing and nothing serious." The pinch grew slowly into a twist, "She gave it some thought, especially in light of serious talk, and later said she'd probably be ok with it."

I could feel her breath, her lips right next to my ear. She twisted the other way, making me moan and flex my hips. My voice so soft, "Please tell me you're not kidding."

I swear I could feel her lips on my ear, "Whose hard cock is that begging for attention?"

I swallowed, uncharted territory, "Yours."

"Do you think my cock deserves attention?"

"If you'd wish it to have some."

"Ask."

My lips and mouth so dry, "May I give your cock some attention?"

"Yes, but slowly."

My mind reeled as I slowly stroked my cock, uncharted territory indeed. Up and down my hand moved, hips flexing and moving in time.

"How long as it been since my cock spurted?"

As if either of us didn't know, "Four days." Which isn't a very long time, but short enough to really miss the last orgasm and for the body to still want and expect another one.

Her fingers slid to my other nipple, tweaking it and making me gasp. Her tongue traced the edge of my ear, "Easy, go slower."

Whimpering in frustration, I slowed my increasing stroking. The need to orgasm was growing ever stronger and the urge to ask, to beg, growing. "Please.."

A harder pinch, "Please what?"

"Please.. may your cock orgasm..?" I felt so foolish. The words seeming so stilted.

"That's up to you."

Confusion, "Up to me?" As if there was any doubt what I'd pick.

Of course, with her, there's always a hitch, "You can choose to, or you can choose something else."

"Please, no choices. Please, just tell me I can." A twinge of desperation was filling me.

Her hand left my gently stinging nipple and grasped my stroking hand. The idle thought of what the hell was I going to make of this later fluttered into my head to be chased off by the growing sense of impending orgasm growing in my balls.

"Here's the choice: either you can spurt here and now, with me watching.. and you cleaning up any mess made or you can stop now and, you see, Andy would like to meet you. She doesn't know you wrote the story and is curious to meet the boytoy, but you need to agree to that."

Silence while I digested that.

"One more little note to influence things, I promise, if you choose to meet Andy, you won't ever forget the evening." Oh how the lingering promise of something unknown, but impishly good is maddening appealing.

"When would I meet her?"

"Tomorrow evening."

Of course, by now, you probably know my mind. She'd manipulated me like a fiddle player who'd beat Johnny and his fiddle made of gold. The rest of the night was anticlimactic, in more ways than one. We got dressed and talked, with the blindfold off and my face beet red the whole time. My cock truly aching in my pants and mind reeling what had happened and what I'd agreed to.

Curiosity killed the cat. Worse still, it made a very horny man choose the double-edged promise of an unforgettable evening over immediate gratification. It would dawn on me later that the promise hadn't been for a good kind of unforgettable, but just.. unforgettable.

Needless to say, it was a restless night.